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Sat 10.12.02-- 1996
Sat 08.02.03-- PICTOGRAM 01
Fri 08.08.03-- DMV the car rushed over the pothole
and smashed into the orange and white traffic horse with the orange
light on top. It flew into the next county. The driver reached over
and opened up the glovebox... it clumped down and out fell a medication
bottle and a cellphone. With his large hand the driver slammed the
glove compartment closed just as he plowed through another traffic
horse. Most everything was inconsequential. All that seemed to matter
was not the speed...but the persistance of motion. moving.... just
keep moving. the city buildings scrolled by on the left and the right
and the buildings in the middle just got bigger and bigger. It was
during these midnight drives where he found his peace- or as much
as he was privvy to anyway. He knew nobody had called, but he flipped
open his cellphone to check nonetheless. He quietly clicked the handset
shut then reached for the prescription bottle. Driving with his knees,
his hands were free to negotiate the child-proof top. He dumped out
two pills into his hand. One small white elliptical tablet and one
brownish cylindrical pill. He threw them into his mouth both at once,
then reached around into the backseat to find his water bottle. He
chugged a sip and a half... just enough to swallow the medication
then he recapped the water and threw it into the backseat behind the
driver's seat where it landed right next to a bottle of hand lotion.
It was 3:07 according to the car's stereo display. He quickly calculated
the time until sunrise. 2 and a half to 3 hours away. He couldn't
stand being awake when the sky started to get bright. He had to get
to bed long before then. He turned right onto Augusta then took Western
north. Sun 08.17.03-- PICTOGRAM 02
Mon 12.01.03-- PORTRAIT OF ELISE
Thurs 12.18.03-- LEAVE MY THAT ALONE Sometimes I think we’ve all been poisoned. I guess we are in many ways. Affected certainly. The culture. It’s strech doesn’t match the fabric of humankind. There are some things going on that are just plain wrong. Advertisement decals on the floor of the supermarket: that is over the line. The fact that in radio ads they include disclaimers that are read a million miles an hour... what’s the point there? Nobody can understand them—so why are they there? And then on television they make the credits very small and run very fast sometimes. Nobody can read the names, so, again, what’s the point? There are lots of things
about commercials that piss me off. They often use phrases like “for
that special someone”, “for that holiday party”, “for those hard to
clean stains” Who let them into our lives? They don’t know the first
thing about our thats and thoses. Stay out of my ‘that', I say. Else
soon I’m going to be chainsawing the head off “that special advertiser
who annoys the hell out of me”. Sat 07.24.04-- POST-POST-MODERNISM? PARADOX.
Wed 11.24.04-- BIRTH OF VENUS
FRI 04.29.05-- LOTTO DELUSION Pick a number between 1 and 10. Okay, got it? Wrong. I was thinking of the number 2. Now... pick a number between 1 and 135,145,920. Hey, you were right! Congrats! You've won the Mega Millions Illinois Lotto.
So I scramble now and try to think of something creative to write in here. What's been on my mind lately? I can't say. I don't know. Mostly lovely girls in sundresses. God are they beautiful. And during the summer they just come right out of the woodwork. They disappear during the winter. It's as if they fly south or something- I can't quite figure it out.
So, last night
my friend Anne (with an e) asked me why I haven't journalled lately.
Naturaly I had no good answer for this. A few minutes later, my friend
Carl accidentally dumped a whole glass of ice-water right in my lap.
It was pretty funny. How do these things connect? I have no idea.
They've inspired me to get on the ball and make a new journal entry
I guess... you're on your
cell cause where you're going we're drumming up some plans paradise for the price of
a song and it's only you "It wasn't a matter of time," he said as they boarded one of the silver capsules of the London Eye. "more a matter of courage." As the door clasped itself shut, she looked out over the Thames, somewhat deep in thought. "It was just a little weird..." she paused in her interminable way. Was she finished with her sentence? Was there more to come? The machinery began to hum and the capsule rose into the thick English air. "...to not hear from you for three months, then to hear from you at 3:30 in the morning." He stood quietly, surveying his reflection in the glass.
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On
the beach you said rocks explode if you throw them in a fire. I said
they didn't. In the kitchen you confided you had always been wary
of prepackaged meat patties. I said that I had always been wary about
seafood chain restaurants.
